Mixing It Up || Black & Lucian
Black let out a forced chuckle at Lucian’s joke. Just be nice until he gets your Pokemon trained. Meanwhile, try not to think about his hairstyle.
Hopefully Lucian couldn’t read minds.
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It's always important to make a good first expression. The older trainer was surprised and glad to get a chuckle out of the younger one, especially with such a lame joke. He wished he could've read his mind. All these good vibes were soon replaced, however, with concern after hearing the news of Lena's knife incident.
He was going to open his mouth to interject, but the smiling trainer's comparison of his Pokemon's natures stopped Lucian's uncharacteristically alarmist thoughts. He listened carefully. The boy was able to identify Beheeyem's shyness and ability for growth, but was somewhat vague when recounting the Ralts. Interesting.
"From the sound of it, this seems to be a communication problem." The psychic does not take his inquisitive eyes off the Ralts as he speaks. "As Lena is still a baby, it can be assumed she is still developing communication skills. Unlike your Bosley, she is not equipped with powers over memory or flashing lights for nonverbal cues. She has to resort to more...instinctive displays. Violent ones." He adjusts his glasses while closing his eyes, his classic gesture for contemplation.
"Yes, I can work with her, turn her into a fighter, but I do not recommend it. Not at this stage of development, anyway. I sense lots of frustration in this Ralts. We need to establish a way for her to more accurately reach out to you so as to understand orders, and her own power." Lucian stands up and takes a few steps toward the sliding glass backdoors of the Pokemon center. "Luckily, this place is equipped with a courtyard for therapeutic reasons. Care to talk more about this outside?" Looking over his shoulder, he motions for the pair to follow.














